These are just a few of the panic stricken phrases that will now become you new language:
Where is the Binky?
Have you seen a Binky lying around here?
Do you know where a Binky is?
Where is my secret stash?
Are their any left?
Will someone find the Binky!!!
I know that Binky was around here some where.
Did you check under the crib?
What happened to making my life easier?? He never had any attachments, no blankie, Binky, stuffed toy...nothing. Then I go and kick myself and give him a Binky?? What was I drunk?
He doesn't suck on one all day, just for naps and bedtime, but I didn't want him growing up with a addictive personality and ending up in rehab talking to Dr. Drew. I figure the Binky is a gateway drug just like Mary Jane is. It starts out as a comfort, then you start filling that comfort void with food, drugs, sex, etc. They comes rehab, and there goes your college fund to pay for it. NO, The vice must be stopped NOW!
No buckteeth, but the dentist told us to get rid of it like 1 1/2 years ago....oooppps. I always had a excuse: We were always going on a trip, sister was born, concentrating on potty training, to traumatic, etc. I think I ended up addicted to that stupid plastic thing, at least emotionally!! We needed a 12 step program, and FAST! So we sent him to BA (Binky's Anonymous), but he relapsed. I guess you relapse a average of 3 times :)
So that brings me to the Binky Fairy (Note: not some guy off BRAVO network showing up to teach your child about style and fashion). I was so over it. He didn't need it any more, so when he asked for a bike, I swung into action! Operation Binky went as follows:
Talked to son for a whole week about being a big boy and what that means..NO BINKY! That he needed to get a gift bag, and go around the house and find all his Binky's to put in the bag. We then give the bag to the Binky fairy by putting it outside. When you are sleeping, the BF will take the bag and give all your Binky's to the new babies that need them. In place of the Binky's she brings you a gift!! So we took him the store to pick out which bike he wanted. He wanted a bike and Diesel (a Thomas Train). So I printed off a picture of the bike he picked out and Diesel and we put them in the bag too so the BF would know what he wanted. Put it outside and then waited to see how bedtime would go.
He cried, "I don't want a bike or Diesel, I want my Binky back." "I don't want to give my Binky's to the Binky Fairy." But he got over it, and went to bed. I then went and wrote him a letter from the BF, and put it along with a bike, Diesel, Helmet, and arm and knee pads in place of the bag of Binky's. Off to bed. In the morning he was happy to see his loot from the BF. I read him the letter from the BF, and told him how proud of him we were! That night when he went to bed he said, "I don't need a Binky. I am a big boy now." WooHoo. That wasn't so bad, now why did it take so long to do it? Now I am going straight to Chloe!!